Isn’t that my first love?
Standing at the cook-book stand
No baggage here, between me and her
She’s holding a little girl by the hand

Hey, it’s been a long time
Fancy ever coming face to face
It must be at least four years
Since we went our separate ways

And is this your daughter?
She looks awfully nice
And very much like you
Jet black hair and hazel eyes

Your husband’s a dentist?
I’m glad you married well
Me? I’m a struggling poet
Hoping his books will sell

Can’t you see it from my clothes
Washed for many years
No, I’ve not settled down
Same old hopes, same old fears

Let me talk to your kid
Hi Sweetheart, How are you?
Your mum and I are old friends
It’s very nice to meet you too

Thank you Sir, you look nice
An old friend of my mum, you say?
We’re shopping here for stuff
To make a cake, for my birthday

She’s very nice, I like your kid
And you look just like before
As for me, I’m a little thin
Fewer visits to the grocery store

She said I hope you one day find
Whatever or whoever you seek
I’m very happy I have a daughter
I love her, she turns four next week

She and her kid, say goodbye
And I’m alone, left here to stand
As she leaves, taking what is me
Holding on to her mother’s hand

Dolan Fernandes
2008